Runtown's Threat!

Mr Benson Payne's Apartment

NW California, 6:22pm

The base of juice wrld's 'legends' filled Alex's head via his headphones while lying on the bed. He didn't even notice his mum standing by the door, watching him. He sprang up to his senses when he heard his name. "ALEX"

"Uhm, welcome home mum, how was work today?" He tried to act like nothing happened.

"All good, what happened to your face" she noticed the bruises on his face.

"Nothing big mum, I just....uhm.. ran into a pole on my way home"

Mrs Anne nodded negatively, giving him the feeling that she knew he was lying.

"Lucia told me everything"

"Everything? How did she know, oh crap that idiot has done it again" Alex thought.

"That aside, dinner's ready, and your dad's back, so, to the dinning, now!" She ordered.

At the dinning.....

The unending sounds of the cutleries colliding softly with the plates engulfed the dining room. All four family members where present, everyone except Alex was chewing the food in his/her mouth. Until Mrs Anne broke the silence.

"Babe did you get the stuff I asked for?"

She asked her husband, Mr Benson Payne's Ripoff.

"Oh, yeah! Check the store room" he replied. He shifted his gaze towards Alex.

"Alex, what's wrong, there's a lot left on your plate, why ain't you eating up?"

"Nothing dad, I'm full"

Lucia coughed mockingly, Alex gave her a Stern look.

Ring!!

Suddenly, Mr Benson's phone rang, the name of the caller gripped him with fear.

He picked up the call and became silent, after some minutes, he stood up, grabbed his black suit and silver wrist watch.

"What's going on?" Mrs Anne noticed the worried look on his face.

"There's something urgent I gotta attend to" he replied, rushing out.

Smirk-street pathways,

North West California, 7:25 pm.

Voom!

Mr Benson Payne's black range Rover pulled beside a building and he walked forwards a little, two minutes later, two black SUVs drove into the scene as well.

Two hefty men dressed in black suits alighted from the first car, then three more men alighted from the second car with the same dressing. Except the one in the middle who had a red scarf wrapped on his shoulders, wearing a black robe and a hat. They advances towards Mr Payne, their movement gave him bad, danger vibes, he gulped down saliva as they got nearer. He needed no one to tell him who the man with the hat was. He was the 'big bad boss' of all drugs and arms dealers in the city, they call him Runtown!

Pooch!

Runtown brought out a fat cigar and one of his men aided him with a lighter as he stopped in front of Mr Payne.

"Mr Benson Payne Ripoff" He called, releasing the first drag of his smoke.

"You know why I like you?" "Because you're a good man"

"You assured me that those boys were good at their job, that they won't fail me, and now, where are they? Nowhere to be found! They've absconded with my f*cking money!" Runtown yelled at the top of his voice.

"And you know i don't play with my cash"

"Listen Runtown, I can explain" Mr Payne tried to say.....

"Hold it, I don't need no damn explanation, all I need is my two hundred million dollars" he shouted.

"Today's Tuesday, I need my money before Friday, else? You know what I can do!" He threatened, Mr Benson gulped down saliva.

"Just give me more time, I'll find them please" he pleaded.

"Friday Benson, Friday! If I don't get my money before Friday, I swear, you'll see!" He added and walked away, flinging the remains of his cigarette. His bouncers tagged behind him.

Mr Payne was dumbfounded at the spot.

"oh f*ck, what do I do now?"

Payne muttered to himself, after gulping down a handful of saliva.